Yeh, not exactly a 'road bike' near miss, but hey, here goes. Having spent an eternity on the tarmac (literally, just rode from Taree to the Sunny Coast in a sitting) I decided I very much needed the calm respite that only nature and gravel could offer. So I headed down to the Beerwah State Forest to meander through some tight trails when stupid slapped me down to reality. I was riding along a tight wheel rut (not fun) that was well stocked with Extra Smooshy Sand (very not fun). But I was all good, I'd done this before, but this was how it played out. Stand up. Lean back. Hug tank with knees. Look straight ahead. Dont look down, remember Milhouse! (I fear to watch yet I cannot look away). Let front wheel find its track. Over correct wheel auto-correct. DONT front brake! Keep momentum up. WTF, front wheel slices into sand. Damnit Im leaning forward. Front wheel digs in. Skips over rut onto hard sand. Front wheel hard sand, back wheel soft sand. Back comes round. Whole bike launches onto hard sand. Bike dips hard to the right. Sit down. Wait...did you say sit down? Yep. Oh, wrist naturally rolls to open throttle as you sit. Sitting down. Accelerating. Transfer all weight to front wheel. Transfer all weight to ground. Transfer head (really new helmet) into ground. Transfer F800GS onto leg. Transfer pain to brain. Sort of like that, if that makes any sense to all besides the dual sport riders. So what did I do wrong? I allowed my superior intellect to kick in and over correct the front wheel auto-tracking through the sand, sat down as I started to accelerate, thus putting my weight back onto the bike, and the front wheel which dug in and the bike came down very hard on top of me. Its amazing just how quickly panic sets in when you find yourself alone, in the middle of a state forest with 210kgs resting on your leg in a manner that screams at you that amputation will be your only option for survival. Heres a vid...yes I wanted a selfie for my loving parents to cherish if the coyotes got to me before the SES.